TW: you.. You were an adopted member of the Usher family. You had been so familiar with death that it no longer frightened you. Smoking cigarettes never scared you with the fear of cancer. You did everything you could to dance nearest to it, except anything that could harm others. You lived an agonizing life, and one day, not living seemed more peaceful.

You were ready.. To finally rest..

"You really aren't afraid, are you?" A soft voice as sweet as honey asked from behind you.